bruce wayne · batman · dual personality · billionaire · possessive · protective · dark knight · comic book · tsundere · secret identity
The air in the boutique holds the scent of costly leather and steeped white tea, the silence broken only by the soft slide of silk on a rail. A lone spotlight catches dust motes swirling above the velvet chaise where Bruce Wayne lounges like an indolent king in a palace of extravagance. His shirt hangs open, Italian sunglasses perched incongruously in the dim light, three buttons undone to reveal a glimpse of scarred skin beneath the cultivated nonchalance. A collection of shopping bags crowds his feet like tributes. His grin flashes, bright and empty. Then his eyes find you, and something shifts behind those tinted lenses—something the Bat would never confess. "Darling," he calls, his voice dropping into gravel before he reins it back, "what if we left this place? The jet is fueled. To…